What I did for a living for so many years separated who I was from what I did.
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Twin Sisters
We say we are twin sisters separated before birth, my sister dot and me
We seem to do and think the same each day, unbelievably
One of us has an idea, The other carries it out
Twins separated before birth that's what we two are about
Maybe our dad got disturbed while on the job with our mam
Maybe god knew two of us wouldn't have fit in our mams small pram
I have no idea of the reason we came sixteen years apart
One thing is I do know we have had a thread that joined us from the start
poem by Marie Causey
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To The Children, Wherever They Are
Dawn ruffles the newspaper
Coffee brews a golden anniversary
We nibble on toast
Separated by a common morning
Wedding bells jingle from the camphor tree
Come for a short stay, my dears
Accommodations are limited
Too many ghosts live here
Bring your memories
Remnants of small crises, bitter sweet
Forgive the faded curtains
Survival decorates our living room
With years of faint regret
Come on Sunday
The demons are at rest
Guilt is stored with the linens
Shore birds scream a requiem
Obituaries drape our cereal
Separated by a common morning
A thousand miles apart
(1986)
poem by Jack Mashman
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Mountain Peak
We came together on the highest mountain on this earth.
As years went by we separated into rivers
from the tears this mountain cried.
We all fell into different rivers flowing though
forests, rocks, and waterfalls.
No matter what season we came across
we continued flowing.
We are rivers that started in the mountains,
and rivers that separated as we went through
many waterfalls.
Sometimes we travel together,
and other times we travel alone.
Always remember that these same rivers
that travel many miles through the earth
are once again together when it reaches its final destination
the “Ocean”
So, rivers that started up high in the mountains
and then separated are united
again as a family.
poem by Felix Lugo
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Witchcraft: At The Light Of Day
At the light of day I know that we are separated
and for years I am bewitched,
now that you stay with another man,
maybe lifelong something remains
and when I am alone, it’s your image that sneaks into my dreams
and for years I am bewitched
and sometimes when the night sneaks up on me
I know that nobody can stay alone forever
and when I am alone it’s your image that sneaks into my dreams
but time runs on with years passing
and I decide to expel this witchcraft
I know that nobody can stay alone forever
and I exorcise your whole soul, face and body
from how it had been once
and I decide to expel this witchcraft,
to burn everything of yours to dust and ash.
At the light of day I know that we are separated
from how it had been once
now that you stay with another man.
poem by Gert Strydom
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My Inner Shaka
Watered eyes and wings…
I remember that…Chaka…
Lives within us all…
Separated by the Ocean…
Yet…not separated at all…
Many years have gone pass…
Yet I still last…
From the scars on my back…
Sleeping in a ships sack…
Let freedom…ring…
And yet…my soul still sings…
The past I see very well…
Living in today’s hell…
My flying wings swell…
While being jailed…
Seeking to derail…
That crazy, crazy tale…
Watered eyes…
Read and I learn…
Flying high and not…
Forgetting…
While forgiving…
Our world is under the sky…
We all know history…lie…
Not to let many fly…
Is that the reason…why…
Women cry out…
Because there is…less…
A man…
Doing what he can…
Not reading or learning…
To fly in the blue of heaven…
Seeking that wrong…
Destructable…life style…
Dying alone country mile…
Lacking remorse…
Smiling without a clue…
Wake up brother…
I speak of YOU…
Whisperkwane
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poem by whisperkwane Lamb
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There is no real excellence in all of this world which can be separated from right living.
quote by David Starr Jordan
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There is no real excellence in all this world Which can be separated from right living.
quote by David Starr Jordan
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Separated Out
Can you feel my skin
Can you feel my bones
Can you put my spine in plaster and take me home
So unpleasant inside and out
So unpleasant inside and out
If you like Ill tell you about it
You wouldnt want to know
My heads full of water
Tears I never cried
Could you hold me under the shower
In the cold outside
So unsteady inside and out
So unsteady inside and out
If you like Ill tell you about it
You wouldnt want to be
Separated out
Separated out
Separated out
I need medical attention
Wheres my memory gone
Everything I told you - including this,
I already forgot
Separated out
From the living stream
The thing that couldnt lie straight
Straight in the machine
So unstable inside and out
Dont know how much longer Ill take it
If you like Ill sell you a ticket
Or you can get in for free
Am I enough of a freak
To be worth paying to see
Am I enough of a freak
To be worth paying to see
Can you feel my skin
Can you feel my bones
Can you put my spine in plaster and take me home
Can you kiss my face
Let me know its there
Can you give it shape
Can you kinda care
Am I enough of a freak
To be worth paying to see
Enough of a freak
To be worth paying to see
Enough
Enough
Theyre pointing and laughing
Theyre pointing and laughing at me
song performed by by Marillion
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Actually, my parents were separated by the time I was about 2 years old.
quote by Christie Hefner
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Laundry Day
You gotta keep em separated
You like the latest fashions
Youd like to keep em clean
You take a trip every week to the laundromat
Throw a load in the washing machine
But if you dont wanna ruin your clothes
You gotta sort em out first as everyone knows
Remember bright colors and the others dont mix
Before you washem up, washem up, washem up, washem up
Hey
Are your undies turning pink
Take em out (you gotta keepem separated)
Hey, are your cottons gonna shrink
Sort em out (you gotta keepem separated)
Hey, then when its time
You can stick em in the dryer
You can hang em on a line
Hey, its laundry day
song performed by by Weird Al Yankovic
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Nothing is as dangerous in architecture as dealing with separated problems. If we split life into separated problems we split the possibilities to make good building art.
quote by Alvar Aalto
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All Those Years Ago
Im shouting all about love
While they treated you like a dog
When you were the one who had made it
So clear
All those years ago.
Im talking all about how to give
They dont act with much honesty
But you point the way to the truth when you say
All you need is love.
Living with good and bad
I always look up to you
Now were left cold and sad
By someone the devils best friend
Someone who offended all.
Were living in a bad dream
Theyve forgotten all about mankind
And you were the one they backed up to
The wall
All those years ago
You were the one who imagined it all
All those years ago.
Deep in the darkest night
I send out a prayer to you
Now in the world of light
Where the spirit free of the lies
And all else that we despised.
Theyve forgotten all about god
Hes the only reason we exist
Yet you were the one that they said was
So weird
All those years ago
You said it all though not many had ears
All those years ago
You had control of our smiles and our tears
All those years ago
song performed by by George Harrison
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The Separated Women
THE Separated Women
Go lying through the land,
For they have plenty dresses,
And money, too, in hand;
They married brutes and drunkards
And blackguards “frightful low”,
But why are they so eager
For all the world to know?
The shamed and ill-used woman
Who really longs to die,
She slaves at home in silence
And hides her poor black eye!
She lives a life of terror
Eased off at times in woe—
But why is she so frightened
That any one might know?
The Separated Woman
She rushes to the court,
Sad, shabby and pathetic,
Or flaunting or distraught;
The real wronged wife would rather
Lose both eyes and her hair—
She swears a lie to save him
When he is taken there.
The Separated Woman
She mostly goes the same,
Bag-woman, sham-nurse, “pretty”,
Or on her husband’s name;
The real loafed-on woman,
With courage almost grim,
“Goes out” and takes in washing
To keep the kids—and him.
The Separated Woman—
I knew her course so well:
“The Stage”, then first-class barmaid,
Then third-class bar—and hell:
And “hell” means all things vicious
That prey upon the town
(She wishes her poor husband
Had sometimes knocked her down).
Masseur and manicurist,
Or anything by chance,
They vilify their husbands—
And draw the maintenance.
Sham artists, “music teachers”—
Oh! they are flinty nuts!
Their friends are man-shaped crawlers
And lower than the dust.
The separated “Monsters”
Are missing from the tale—
They seem to have cleared out—or,
Perhaps they are in gaol.
The separated husband
Is heard of here and there,
A mild and decent citizen
And mostly bowed with care.
The Separated Women,
When upset in the track,
Are often very eager
To take the “Monster” back.
They’ve moved all hell to crush him
And, startled, find too late
The Monster’s grown content with
The separated state.
poem by Henry Lawson
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I promise to keep on living as though I expected to live forever. Nobody grows old by merely living a number of years. People grow old by deserting their ideals. Years may wrinkle the skin, but to give up wrinkles the soul.
quote by Douglas MacArthur
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Furious Gates
Gates spend labour for the mortals,
Immortals linger among the senders of anger.
Angry youths face dangers of the ages,
Ants of illness strike hard at people’s hearts.
The gates of mercy are opened then closed,
Immortal generations arrive to send others to the Hell.
The Heavens are separated first
Like yolks are separated from egg whites.
poem by Naveed Akram
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Fixed Positions
I wish you the best.
Those who are stuck in routines!
And those with priorities,
Living on deadlines...
And schedules set.
I hope your apple cart,
Will never get upset...
By any of the changes,
On the road ahead projected.
Some already there.
And more detected.
May your life lived today,
Find you living...
With as much peace as you can get.
And I pray you have some of it,
Stashed away in storage.
Or packed safely in a treasure chest.
Since I suspect...
You'll be dusting it off to use very soon.
Some people make adjustments,
And are able to go with the flow.
Others choose to avoid the flow...
To remain comfortably unchanged,
In a stagnation.
Awakened to be forcibly shakened.
Separated in horror...
From their fixed positions.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Seeing What Others Cannot
Its been over three weeks now
that I’ve been in this state.
I don’t know the reason why
there’s nothing to it I can relate.
The day began like any other
until I got to the bus pick up place.
There was three other people waiting,
but I never bothered to look at a face.
As I waited, an uneasy feeling of anxiety
moved up from my feet to my head,
I noticed something strange and abnormal,
the man in front of me separated.
I couldn’t believe what my eyes were saying
and thought that I was becoming ill,
maybe I was stressed out, with work and all,
and it was time for a get-well pill.
But it was true I was actually seeing this,
the man’s inner-self stepped out.
It communicated with another of its kind
who just happened to be walking about.
Nervously, I again looked around me,
this was happening everywhere.
It was if the people’s spiritual selves
had a life of their own to share.
It was happening to little children,
to couples, husbands, and wives.
Their once unseen spiritual sides were
living completely different lives.
I can’t understand or explain this,
that’s why I’ve come here today.
You’ll probably think that I’m crazy,
and I ought to be locked away.
I can tell you that I don’t like this,
and I wish that I couldn’t see
all these separated inner-selves,
who can see, but ignore me.
I have tried to ask them questions,
but they just smile and walk away.
It’s as if they too don’t understand
and they’ve always lived this way.
Is it because the majority of people
can’t see, that a precedent is set.
What if I can actually see what I can see
and the majority isn’t ready to see just yet?
poem by Orlando Belo
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When I once knew
When I once knew
a girl sitting next to me in the pew
(as my girlfriend and later my wife)
I thought that life was great
and I saw her smile
every now and then
and in a while she sang
sweet as a bird
but destiny and life separated us
and the years rolled on
where we live a thousand miles apart
and when we met again
we were still the same,
but different and more mature
and then maybe sure
about were our different careers
were leading us
l’Envoi
and now with our prime devoured
by the passing years
and time still running on
much I have learned
and maybe too little I know
of the heart of a woman
who still loves me
while we live apart.
[Reference: Quid Hic Agis by Thomas Hardy.]
poem by Gert Strydom
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It was a good place for getting lost in, a city no one ever knew, a city explored from the neutral heart outward, until after many years, it defined itself into a jumble of clearings separated by stretches of the unknown, through which the narrowest of paths had been cut.
quote by V.S. Naipaul
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Same Old
Same old sobbing, same old laughter,
Living happily ever after,
Eating potatoes, peas, and porridge,
Then being placed back into storage.
Sliced apart, preserved in jars,
Some severed heads amidst the stars,
Distilled in vinegar on dusty shelves,
Separated- by themselves.
And in the end it's all the same,
A footnote with a face and name,
The same old mob of sad-eyed mourners,
The same old cobwebs in the corners.
poem by Joshua Dinkin
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